Drive Slow

[Produced by Kanye West] [Hook: Kanye West] Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie [Verse 1: Kanye West] My homie Marley used to stay at 79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a school for the Stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they would leave me alone Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off And walked around the mall with his radio face off Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby See back-back then-then, if you had a car You was the Chi-Town version of Baby And I was just a virgin, a baby One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but dog Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers So put me on with these hoes, homie He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie [Hook] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] What it do? I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk waving The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac Trunk open, screens on, neons lit with fifth relaxed I'm on a mission for dime-pieces and sexy ladies Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes It's a star-studded event when I valet park Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark You see them fours crawling? You see them screens falling? The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin' I'm leaning on the switch, sitting crooked in my slab But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla Ridin' something candy coated, crawling like a caterpillar I'm tipping on them fours, I'm jamming on that Screw I'm looking for them hoes, baby, what it do? Drive slow, homie [Interlude: GLC] Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go Live today, cause tomorrow, man, you never know [Hook] [Bridge: Kanye West] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib I got more TVs in here than where I live [Verse 3: GLC] And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit And everything I flip, you know it's something serious I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims I got the baller genetics, baby, this evidence You see a player flicking, and how you ain't convinced That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil bit (just a lil bit) I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king With that mean lean, smoking on that finest Cali green My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes I sold O's, and this I know When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow [Outro/Hook]